Valentin Félix
Voy a cantar un corrido, que aquí lo traigo acordado
Y a darles el contenido, de todo lo que ha pasado
Yo les digo a mis amigos, que pongan mucho cuidado
Esa gente de Huisiopan, de todo recordará
Que el señor Valentín Félix, le disparo por detrás
La carga de su pistola, a Don Leonardo Faya
El hermano de Leonardo, no se hallaba en el lugar
Se hallaba en el otro lado, de la tierra nacional
Diciendo que de su hermano, la sangre habría de vengar
Se vino de Mexicali, disfrazado de texano
Traía su pistola súper, para vengar a su hermano
Con sus cuatro cargadores, puro parque americano
Cuando Santiago venía, paso por la hierba anise
Se acordaba de su hermano, cuando eran los dos felices
A Valentín lo buscaban, por toditos los deslices
Rosa Morada Mocorito ajaja
Puro Sinaloa compa
Valente estaba cenando, adentro de una cocina
Cuando Santiago llego, entro por la puerta misma
Ríndete Valentín Félix, te vengo a quitar la vida
Valente le contesto, yo no me rindo Santiago
Se tiraron varios tiros, salieron por el tejado
Santiago muy malherido, Valente quedo tirado
Camino del vallecito, que cruzas por el potrero
Camino muy despacito, pero me devuelvo luego
Te mataron Don Gallito, que Dios los tenga en el cielo
Valentin Félix
I'm gonna sing a ballad, got it all lined up
And share the story, of everything that's gone down
I tell my friends, pay close attention now
Those folks from Huisiopan, will remember it all
How Mr. Valentín Félix, shot him from behind
The load from his pistol, hit Don Leonardo Faya
Leonardo's brother, wasn't around that day
He was on the other side, of this great nation
Saying he’d avenge his brother, blood for blood, come what may
He came from Mexicali, dressed up like a Texan
Packing his .45, to get revenge for his brother
With four full magazines, all American ammo
As Santiago approached, he walked through the anise grass
Thinking of his brother, when they were both so happy
They were hunting Valentín, for all his little slips
Rosa Morada Mocorito, haha
All Sinaloa, my friend
Valente was having dinner, inside the kitchen
When Santiago arrived, walked right through the door
"Surrender Valentín Félix, I’m here to take your life"
Valente replied, "I won’t give in, Santiago"
They exchanged several shots, bursting through the roof
Santiago was badly hurt, Valente lay there shot
On the little road, that crosses through the pasture
I walk real slow, but I’ll turn back soon
They killed you, Don Gallito, may God keep you in heaven
Escrita por: Rosendo Monzón Quintero